Sunday, 15 November 2009

My Watercolour Portfolio





A brief look into a half fogotten portfolio of watercolours that have never
been framed or seen




I was surprised how many of the paintings were of subjects from
the English Lake District, this is a view of Wastwater



 A painting of Blea Tarn, a tarn is the local name for a small lake, usually
half way up the Mountains. In the background are the Langdale Pikes



The same Pikes that sweep down into the Langdale Valley



The time is late winter, a favourite time for me. The greens of summer gave way
to the tawney colours of gold and brown. In this detail,  the last of the
winter snows are depicted by just just leaving the white paper unpainted



Leaving the lake District, this scene is Haworth at dusk.
Haworth of course will always be associated with the
Bronte sisters who lived there lives, only a short distance away
from this view point



My choice of colours, or palette as its called dosn't include white (remember
the snow) or black. The detail below shows that by mixing blue (Ultramarine)
with brown (Burnt Umber) I can get a more lively dark






We are now looking at a scene in Ireland, the mountain known as
Ben Bulben. The close up below shows my treatment of lichen,
that covers our trees and rocks in this part of the world.
For the technical minded the colours are Viridian(green)
and Burnt Umber  


Wednesday, 4 November 2009

The Golden Retriever, our favourite breed




 Our lovely dog, 'Cindy' we did'nt know at the time but this
was to be her last spring

She was the reason we started to spend all our spare time
touring the British Isles. I don't think there was ever a time when
she did'nt accompany us on our trips


It took over four years before we could come to terms with her sudden lost.
This was our first meeting with Cindy's succeser 'Clare', she is the one
on the right being greeted with Mum, and Dad (nearest the camera)


Getting another dog reminded us that it can be a change in life style. so the week
before we were to collect her from the kennels, I fullfilled a desire I had long
held. This was a visit to 'Castle Howard' in Yorkshire, not realy a
practical place to take a dog


Castle Howard
is an enormous country house, lived in by the aristocrary, it is full of national treasures
from all over the world, that can be enjoyed by all who wish to visit it


it was chosen as the backcloth of the film 'Brideshead Revisited' This brought a touch of glamour that no film studio could match
                    







In early August we brought 'Clare'  home at eight weeks to be part of the family





We leave Clare on the day she was five months old,
she is growing at a great rate

Tuesday, 27 October 2009

Photos from my Travels


Our motorhome on a campsite above St.Ives.
We have been able to spend many happy times in her
travelling all over the British Isles, including Ireland.
Our biggest trip was last year, when we had six
weeks touring Europe

                           


    Scotland was where this picture of the stag was captured
                                          
Still in the Highlands of Scotland,
                                                                    
after a day of rain, the sun finally broke through,  for me to get this shot  


this cannon at Culzean Castle caught my eye for a picture of colour and texture

Nearer home in Yorkshire is this view of the river Wharfe, at Bolton Abbey




You will have guessed by now that I love to be by water,  this photo was the view from our motorhome in Interlaken, Switzerland. The old boat is steam driven,
and takes tourists around Lake Brienze



Five thousand miles away, one of our  favourite places, Yosemite Valley, USA
This next picture of the Elk, was taken in Yellowstone National Park


Adjoining Yellowstone, in Wyoming is another of America's superb
National Parks, The Tetons



Back home, and the onset of Autumn


Winter comes to the English Lake District


 
This is a photo of the North Sea in Yorkshire


Finally back to where we started, sunrise over St.Ives


Saturday, 24 October 2009

East Lancashire's Industrial Past in Water Colour

When growing up in the fifties this scene was typical of the tired old cotton towns.
Before leaving school, I use to deliver meat for the local butcher. When the clocks were
turned back, and the shops were still open, the whole place was to my eyes transformed
into a magical place as I pedalled on my delivery bike. Of course every house and
factory was belching smoke, which trapped the mist.
As far as the painting goes, the technique is perhaps the most difficult, Wet in Wet.
The location is the hilly town of Colne on the north of Pendleside



         This is another example of Wet in Wet
  My painting 'The Entrance to Gannow Tunnel'. The
      horse that towed the barge, was led over the hill here in Burnley, while the man legged 
it on his back through the tunnel
                       






The Leeds and Liverpool canal was opened here in 1804, cutting right through
Burnley, this area is well preserved, and remains more or less just
as it was when I painted it in the eighties. Cotton mills were
built all along the banks, this part is known as the
Weavers Triangle



The old from the new, the new was a multi storey car park from where I first got this
view of the town. The old has now gone, the river Brun as been cleaned up 
after its pollution from iron ore deposits.
The viaduct is where the railway crosses Burnley, A little
known fact about Burnley, is that at the begining of 
the nineteen hundreds, more cotton was woven
here than any where else in the world.
Back in the sixties, the town was a forest of factory chimneys

Sunday, 18 October 2009

Oil or Water? Painting Techniques

In my opinion there is only one way to paint one of our English Skies. The medium must be Water Colour. When I'm asked how long did it take to paint that sky? the truthful answer is about ten minutes, the smart answer could be thirty years. Just as we write our signature in a flourish I think water colours should done and left.


A closer look at the forground on this painting 'Rag  and Bone man, Nelson', shows
single brush strokes, get it wrong and and its not as effective
The stonework however was done wet in wet,
and could take some time



In complete contrast, is this detail from my picture 'Sarlat-la-Caneda', reflecting I hope, the  hot
colours of France. This is an oil painting, with thick buttery paint
applied with a painting knife






The last of the mediums I have used is 'Pen and Wash'. Allied to watercolour,
the image is drafted out (in my case) in waterproof Indian ink, drawn
with a reed pen. The pen can be made from a piece of cane, which is
sharpened to a point. The effect is an attractive irregular line,
hopfully seen on this close up of the fishing boat




This water colour 'A Beach in Donegal' is a subject that is particularly
suitable for water colour. The dry brush work on the breaking
waves takes us back to the 'one stroke flourish'. I spoke of
at the start. The white bits are the untouched paper,
I never use white paint, truly transparent
Water Colour


Thursday, 15 October 2009

stills from my film 'Boat'

Two hours away from Pendleside is the Lake District. We often go in the motorhome to this beautiful campsite, in Keswick. The site lies beside Derwent Water. There are superb views on all sides. My main interest here is photography, both still and movie

                         
This oil is from Derwent Water, looking south to Borrowdale, a backlit  study in cobolt blue

  At the other end of England lies Cornwall, Rickard is a cornish name, and I always feel at home when I cross the border from Devon. We had a count up Dot and I, and realised we have been going to St.Ives for over forty years



            Low tide St.Ives
the sea has retreated. Showing off the great lines of boats, even the tiny ones like this one


This old boat was discovered in Gweek, south Cornwall. The time of day is pure imagination
     

Finally this painting of  the canal wharf at Wigan was the picture produced as a oil painting demonstration in the making of my film 'Boat'
Until the age of eight I lived, only a few miles away from this location known as 'Wigan Pier' Here again this is a record of things that were. The whole area as been renovated, and as become a tourist attraction